I DO NOT OWN LOGAN

Later that day, after class, I decide to go to the gym to blow off some steam. I walk into the large room and take in the sight. The whole room is made of cement, but the walls are painted a bright yellow, as if to cheer us up. Blue padded mats cover the floor as well as treadmills and other workout equipment.

Wesley, a guy who's mutation is the ability to be able to heal quickly, is there. He can't heal nearly as fast as I can, but he can still heal from cuts in a matter of hours and broken bones within days. He can heal others, but the only thing he can heal other people from is illnesses and stuff. His "job" at Eden is to keep everyone trained and help up control our powers. Well…him and his partner Javier.

When I walk in, the both of them walk up to me, smiling.

"Hey! Laura, right?" Wes asks. I nod. "We haven't seen you around here before. What brings you by?"

"I want to blow off some steam," I tell them. And, because I know that it's coming, I don't even wait for them to ask, I unsheathe my claws for them to see. "Don't worry, I won't use them. I just wanted to give you a heads up, just in case I lose control or something." They nod in agreement. "Come at me," I tell them. "Give me everything you've got. Don't worry about hurting me. I can take a beating." They share an unsure look.

"I don't know," Javier says. "It doesn't feel right for both of us to come at you at the same time. It's two against one."

"That's because you guys don't know what it's like to go up against an opponent," I say honestly. Because they don't. They don't have the slightest clue. "With mutants, your opponent could be anyone: a girl, a boy, someone who's old, someone who's young. But you can't hold back just because they don't seem like they're a threat. Trust me, if you guys hurt me, I'll hurt you right back."

They finally give in, and we start to fight. Both of them coming at me with everything they've got. I dodge, and evade and come right back at them. And even though there's two of them and only one of me, by the time our sparring match ends, they're the ones who are sweating buckets and gasping for breath. I, on the other hand, have barely broken a sweat and stand in the middle of the mats, with my hands on my hips, looking at them trying to catch their breaths on the floor. And then I hear a cough, and I look up to see quite a large group of people had gathered to watch us. Jean and Hank are in front, watching me intently. And as I look into Jeans eyes, I see something. I can tell that when she looks at me, she sees my dad. And when she spoke of him earlier today…I know from stories Charles told me that they were close at some point. The fact that I know that she still holds out hope that she'll see him again someday. I just can't do that to her. I need to tell the both of them about his death.

Catching her eyes, I nod over in the direction of the door, telling them to follow me. Both of them nod, and the three of us make our way through the building and meet in my room. They sit on my bed, leaving me to sit on my desk chair.

"You wanted to speak with us, Laura?" Hank questions. I nod.

"I want you guys to know the whole story. But you have to promise not to tell the others. Nobody else can know, okay?" They both nod in understanding. "It all starts about three years ago. I was eleven and a nurse at Transigen, Gabriela, and I had just escaped from the place. But we weren't safe. Gabriela knew that she couldn't transport me here by herself, so she tracked Logan down. He had been driving a limo around for various clients. And when she tried to confront him, he didn't want to listen. When I had seen him for the first time, I didn't even recognize him. His skin was wrinkled and his hair was gray. His healing factor was slowed down almost to that of a human's, meaning the adamantium that was covering his bones was slowly poisoning him from the inside. He was dying. All he wanted to do was live out the rest of his days in peace. But eventually she convinced him to help us to North Dakota so we could cross the border into Canada. At that time, he didn't know who I was, though he found out soon enough.

"The morning after their agreement, Gabriela was killed by a man named Pierce. The same man who was after my friends and I. And so, with no other options, Logan took Charles and I and we ran from the Reavers and Pierce." A gasp makes me stop my story.

"He was with Charles?" Jean questions. I nod. "I thought he had died when he had that seizure."

"He didn't. Anyway, we traveled across the United States and eventually stopped to spend the night with a nice family: the Munson's. They fed us and allowed us to sleep in their house. They were good people. It was honestly a nice night. But Logan had gone off to fix a pipe with the father, Will, and that's when Pierce attacked next. You see, they had made me in hopes to get the perfect soldier. But when I proved to be a failure, they then made an exact clone from Logan: X-24. X-24 didn't have a conscience, he didn't tire. Imagine Logan when he was young and at his prime. X-24 killed Charles, locked me up in a pair of shackles that were specially made for me, and then killed Kathryn and Nate Munson when they got in the way." Jean and Hank's eyes are wide, and they look like they can't breathe. And I know that the hard part is coming up, so I brace myself.

"Will Munson was able to damage X-24 before he died, and my dad and I were able to get away. But Dad was hanging on by a thread at this point. We finally made it to our destination. We had met up with my friends. Rictor had offered Dad the money he was promised and was given the chance to walk away. He could have walked away so that he could live out the rest of his life peacefully. And my friends and I left to cross the border, but on the way we were attacked by Pierce and the Reavers. That's when Dad showed up to help us. He fought alongside me against X-24. But in the end, X-24 was too strong. I was able to kill it, but not before it fatally wounded my dad." My throat grows tight and my heart quickens as I reach this part. I'm reliving my worst nightmare. "I held my dad's hand in my own as he died." I wipe away a few stray tears, urging myself to not cry. My hand goes to the dog tags that hang around my neck. Dad's dog tags. They're one of the only things I have left of him.

"He's really dead?" Jean questions in disbelief. I nod.

"We buried him about a mile south of the border." My voice is hoarse and I sniff a little, to keep back the runny nose I only seem to get when I cry.

"Why are you so upset?" Jean growls at me. I'm taken aback for a moment. Is she talking to me? "You only knew him for, what? A week? You don't know him well enough to grieve him. I've known him for years! I knew you for years and you're only telling us this now? How dare you!" she growls. The furniture around us rattles a little, but I don't care. How dare she talk to me like this?

"How dare I? I have a right to grieve him. Even if I did only know him for a week, he was still my dad. I had just met him. I was just getting to know him. And then he basically died in my arms! Just because you knew him for longer doesn't mean I have just as much, maybe even more of a right to grieve him than you. Because he's my dad. And even though he could be a bobo at times, he was still the only one who knew what I felt like. Knew what if felt like to know that you're gonna outlive all of your friends and loved ones. Know that no matter what, danger is gonna follow and try and hurt the ones you care about. And now he's gone…and I've got no one. At least you have Hank." I give her one last sad look as I reach for the door handle. "So just think about that the next time you want to tell me that I have no right to grieve for my dad." And then I walk out of my own room, and close the door behind me.

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~Gina